from Hibernation Highway
Tonight, I train-hop into the oily smock
of night. Tonight, I promise we drown
ourselves in collateral damage. I realize
we never rode past Erie, so tonight
I’m finding the point
where all things meet.
the longest. You can only buy sanity
for so long, yet in the way that death
is not responsible for sadness
I think, neither are we.
I looked up.
And past the shoreline
into the distance and whatever comes next
I could see for miles.